I wake up with a terrible headache am so done drinking, well I say the same thing every time I drink but I mean it this time.
I open my eyes and yawn taking in my surrounding, this isn’t my room. I look around it’s big and luxurious it has the same design as my room, the balcony, glass windows, and everything in here is black, grey, and white I inhale I know that scent it’s his. The sea and, tulips
I am wearing a white T-shirt, that smells like him, I smile, wait did he undress me? I must have been so drunk, how embarrassing, hope I didn’t humiliate myself, looking at the time on my phone it's eleven.
I go downstairs to look around, this gorgeous apartment it’s just like mine. A perfect view of the city, a huge kitchen with a different collection of wine on the wall, very well-sorted. l
